Showing posts with label Christmas. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Christmas. Show all posts

Friday, December 11, 2020

‘The 12 Deadly Days of a Dinkum Aussie Christmas’

With apologies to all my Australian friends and family and to Paula and Andrew. I stole this from our conversation—thanks to the koala in the Christmas Tree incident—and ran with it....mwah ha ha!  Unfortunately, as it turns out, I decided the koala wasn't deadly enough, and I also forgot half the scansion we had at the time. But as the twelve days of Christmas are looming...here's a bit of deadly fun. :) Enjoy. 

A salty or salt water crocodile :)


On the first day of Christmas
A dinkum Aussie gave to me: 
A python in a Christmas tree.

On the second day of Christmas
An Aussie gave to me:
Two stone fish
And a python in a Christmas tree.

On the third day of Christmas
A dinkum Aussie gave to me:
Three brown snakes,
Two stone fish
And a python in a Christmas tree.

On the fourth day of Christmas
A dinkum Aussie gave to me:
Four giant crocs,
Three brown snakes,
Two stone fish
And a python in a Christmas tree.

On the fifth day of Christmas
A dinkum Aussie gave to me:
Fi-ive blue ringed octopus,
Four giant crocs,
Three brown snakes,
Two stone fish
And a python in a Christmas tree.

On the sixth day of Christmas
A dinkum Aussie gave to me:
Six salties slaying
Five blue ringed octopus,
Four giant crocs,
Three brown snakes,
Two stone fish
And a python in a Christmas tree.

On the seventh day of Christmas
A dinkum Aussie gave to me:
Seven spiders biting
Six salties slaying
Five blue ringed octopus,
Four giant crocs,
Three brown snakes,
Two stone fish
And a python in a Christmas tree.

On the eighth day of Christmas
A dinkum Aussie gave to me:
Eight kangas kicking
Seven spiders biting
Six salties slaying
Five blue ringed octopus,
Four giant crocs,
Three brown snakes,
Two stone fish
And a python in a Christmas tree.

On the ninth day of Christmas
A dinkum Aussie gave to me:
Nine sting rays stinging
Eight kangas kicking
Seven spiders biting
Six salties slaying
Five blue ringed octopus,
Four giant crocs,
Three brown snakes,
Two stone fish
And a python in a Christmas tree.

On the tenth day of Christmas
A dinkum Aussie gave to me:
Ten spiders leaping
Nine sting rays stinging
Eight kangas kicking
Seven spiders biting
Six salties slaying
Five blue ringed octopus,
Four giant crocs,
Three brown snakes,
Two stone fish
And a python in a Christmas tree.

On the eleventh day of Christmas
A dinkum Aussie gave to me:
Eleven snakes envenoming
Ten spiders leaping
Nine sting rays stinging
Eight kangas kicking
Seven spiders biting
Six salties slaying
Five blue ringed octopus,
Four giant crocs,
Three brown snakes,
Two stone fish
And a python in a Christmas tree.

On the twelfth day of Christmas
A dinkum Aussie gave to me:
Twelve white sharks biting
Eleven snakes envenoming 
Ten spiders leaping
Nine sting rays stinging
Eight kangas kicking
Seven red backs biting
Six salties slaying
Five blue ringed octopus,
Four giant crocs,
Three brown snakes,
Two stone fish
And a python in a Christmas tree.


Well, congratulations for getting all the way to the end—or for figuring out you could just read the final verse. I hope you enjoyed ‘The 12 Deadly Days of a Dinkum Aussie Christmas’.

Happy holidays and festive greetings 
A.J. 
P.S. More Christmas posts below:


Tuesday, December 27, 2016

False Prophets

Given the GOP memo published recently that included '...Just as the three wise men did on that night, this Christmas heralds a time to celebrate the good news of a new King...' and the many people who are prepared to defend a deliberate and misleading false equivalency as if the move from past to present wasn't entirely deliberate, with the double meaning left to placate the evangelicals for whom this would be blasphemy.

I'd like to remind anyone who is drawn to this false show of Christianity of what the Bible records Jesus as saying. "Beware of false prophets, who come to you in sheep's clothing, but inwardly they are ravenous wolves. You will know them by their fruits."  (Matt. 7:15-16b).

From what I can see Trumps fruits are blackmail, bankruptcy, lechery, and threats. And while I don't pretend to be a Christian, Trump does, and he fulfills this biblical warning: The counterfeit Christian is marked by arrogance and slander (2:10). They are "experts in greed" and "their eyes are full of adultery" (2:14).

So do not let religious friends be pulled into the sway of this false prophet who would be a king. Because Jesus was right. And the wolves he speaks of will never sate their hunger, their greed is a sickness that consumes them, it is a greed for power and love that has lead followers to death, while aggrandizing themselves.

Whatever our faith - whether we believe Jesus was the son of God, a prophet, or just someone who challenged an authority who cared for money and power, and belittled suffering - we should heed his warning, because there are always people who say they have the answers - but if their fruit is vile - if what they actually do is vile - then so are they. If we don't stand up now against the corporations who are dividing the world between them, the world we pass on to our children and grandchildren will be very grim indeed, and not the society that compassion and vision and science can build. But first we must challenge our own moneylenders. The morally criminal who trade our life health and happiness for worthless coin.

We need to stand against corporate greed
Because 1% of the world now has 90% of the money.
Because they don't pay taxes
Because they don't pay their workers a living wage
Because they steal resources from under the feet of the people they should be supporting.
Because they corrupt our politicians
Because they corrupt our media
Because they make us fight for scraps at our own table
Because they make us beg for the poisons that kill us
Because they refuse to treat those in need preferring coin
Because global warming is real
Because the earth is a finite resource
Because little children should not suffer when we can prevent that suffering
Because nobody should suffer for their faith
Because we hold the moral stance that all are created equal
Because we can make this world a better place
So I will stand,
I will stand with the millennials,
I will stand with the progressives
I will stand with Bernie, and Warren and Stein and the Greens and the unions and the Indigenous people and all those who protect the land and human rights.
Will you?

A.J. Ponder

For those who wonder why I follow American politics so assiduously - it's because that is the country used to create the narrative we are supposed to believe. That somehow minimum wages make people poorer. A lie. Proved here  (http://www.citylab.com/work/2016/12/as-an-anti-poverty-measure-raising-the-minimum-wage-works/510119/?utm_source=SFTwitter) and in scientific studies.

That drug and oil and banks and the worst excesses of war require government money, but we should ignore the suffering of people whose needs would require far less, and we could then reap the health benefits of a more egalitarian population.

It is not just America. This is an issue for the whole world so please don't hesitate to add links to organisations/organizations you think can help. And DO be aware that facts change - especially if it's money that's being asked for.

There are almost too many options. So don't find heaps, find the one that best suits you and make a New Year's resolution to make a difference. Remember you can stand up for the #environment and #humanrights check out these
6 Lessons Learned Fighting Oppressive Regimes While Trying to Protect People and Planet 
http://www.ecowatch.com/trump-oppressive-regimes-2162235733.html

You can:
Petition your local politicians
Join rallies for causes you believe in
Divest from banks that support oil or habitat destruction
Buy mindfully
Use power mindfully
Join groups who promote the causes you hold important  - but always check to make sure they are  currently as advertised.  eg in NZ our Red Cross currently has most of it's money go to where it's needed, whereas the American Red Cross has a less efficient structure in getting charity money to where it's need so there may be better options.
Join Your local human rights org. https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/List_of_human_rights_organisations
Join Your local union or group ready to ask for a living wage eg. #fightfor15
Join your local Green Party
Join the NAACP http://www.naacp.org/about-us/
Join Amnesty international https://www.amnesty.org/en/
I'm not always the biggest fan of the UN, sometimes it seems to be captured by political and business interests, but maybe that means we need to take it back and make it for people all the more.
Support education for the less fortunate  Malala.org, ACEI, Education International, GPE, Plan International, Save the Children, UNESCO & UNICEF.

There are almost too many options. So don't find heaps, even one would make an awesome New Year's resolution and make a real difference.

Merry Christmas Holiday (for those lucky enough to get a Christmas Holiday) and a happy New Year
A.J.








Friday, December 18, 2015

Christmas with Miss Lionheart and the Laboratory of Death


Happy Christmas, time to kidnap yourself into mad scientists territory...
 Yes, the perfect gift for anyone with an e reader, and the need to take over the world with mad-science is now available as an ebook - just buy a copy and contact me, or my publisher phantomfeatherpress(at)gmail(dot)com and you could be in to win one of five paperback copies - yet to be officially released in April 2016


"Rabid rodents, a fun read!" Lee Murray
Miss Lionheart and the Laboratory of Death from award-winning writer A J Ponder is the first part of a science fiction adventure intended for middle grade readers.
The story opens with the heroine, Miss Lilly Lionheart, snatched off the street by Mr Big, the CEO of GKS Laboratories and the least important crime lord in the World Wide Web of Evil. Bundled into his underground bunker, Lilly is being forced to genetically engineer a dreadbeast for Big’s Spring Catalogue of Evil. She has no choice in the matter, not if she plans to live to see New Year. But even if her science skills were up to creating an arachnid-reptilian hybrid in the short weeks before Christmas, her social skills are not, which makes managing her rag-tag scientific team somewhat problematic. As if that isn’t enough, someone seems to be watching her, someone other than Big’s ruthless security thugs and their ubiquitous cameras…
A former scientist myself, and slightly nerdy, I wish this book had been written when I was younger. Just as Lewis and Tolkien opened our imaginations for fantasy, Ponder’s is the kind of tale to prompt an interest in science in its young readers. Just how long would a squirrel-snake hybrid need to gestate anyway...

Happy Christmas everybody and don't forget to say goodbye to the Tuesday Poem blog, with the final poem, What I didn't know then

A.J. 
Author of Quest, Prophecy, Omens, Miss Lionheart and the Laboratory of Death, Wizard's Guide to Wellington, Attack of the Giant Bugs - a You Choose Science Adventure, and The Frankie Files. 

Find my stories and support my writing on ko-fi   And tell me which poems you'd like to see in my upcoming poetry book—2024

 




Tuesday, December 23, 2014

Merry Christmas: Christmas is Coming (Annonymous)

Christmas is Coming (Anonymous)

Christmas is coming, the goose is getting fat
Please put a penny in the old man's hat;
If you haven't got a penny, a ha'penny will do,
If you havenot got a ha'penny then God bless you!


Only two days to go...so Merry Christmas one and all, and if you don't enjoy Christmas, then my best wishes for the Holiday Season - be you here in Southern Hemisphere in the heat, with berries on the branches - or enjoying the winter solstice.

Have a good one and a Happy New Year! :)

A.J.


Monday, September 22, 2014

Yes, it's September, but that means Christmas is around the corner - at least for me!

Twisty Christmas tales illustration Geoff Ppham
Santa over Auckland by Geoff Popham

Yes, that's right, Christmas is getting closer, and so is the deadline for the Twisty Christmas Tales project I've been working on....
here

It's enough to drive a grinch crazy.

"I MUST stop this Christmas from coming! But HOW?"
(extract from the Grinch, by Dr Seuss)

Of course I don't want to stop Christmas, that would be terrible, roll on the fun...but slowing down time would be great. If anyone has a spare time travelling machine, would really appreciate lending it for the next month or so. (Of course I do have one, care of my very special character Frankie, but it's just a little temperamental.)


for Tuesday Poems, check out the Tuesday Poem hub

Or to find out more about the Twisty Christmas Tales anthology, the authors, and the artist - check out the link...  http://phantomfeatherpress.wordpress.com/2014/09/20/twisty-christmas-tales-feature-joy-cowley-david-hill-dave-freer/

Wishing everyone a great week, and sorry for bailing again on a poem -- it's crazy busy here, with little elves working madly on the final stages of this project, not to mention Lilly Lionheart, a national science fiction convention, and the Rona Gallery opening...

A.J.
Find my stories and support my writing on ko-fi    
And tell me what poems you'd like to see in my upcoming poetry book—2024


 







Tuesday, February 11, 2014

Tuesday Poem: Ahi Kā by A.J. Ponder and Eileen Mueller




Ahi Kā
(Prose and interwoven sonnet, Truth Lies in Fire and Dies in Flame)
Winning entry (first equal) in NZSA NorthWrite 2013 Collaboration Contest
By Eileen Mueller and A.J. Ponder

Howls pierced the fog of my dreams. I clutched Ahi, shaking her awake. “Are they real?” Yowling wound through my ear canals, ricocheting inside my head. “The dogs, Ahi, can you hear them?”
She woke, startled. “Hurry, Manaaki. They’re coming.”
We scrambled out of our bush-clad hideout, dashing up the hillside, sliding in the damp earth, ponga fronds whipping our faces.
Frenzied yelps closed in on us. The creatures’ vicious snarling drowned our laboured breathing.
Blue eyes pursued us, hot gas flames in the dark.
Were they real?
I yanked my meds from my pocket. Pills scattered in the dirt. I scrabbled for them. One stuck in my throat before sliding down.
#
Cry havoc and let us unloose the dogs
the dogs, let slip those hellish brutes of war
for tonight Manaaki will have to choose
to run—
#
“Hellhounds,” Ahi yelled, bounding up the mud and crumbling rock.
Menacing growls raced through the underbrush. Ahi yanked a nail from her fingertip. It flared to light, illuminating the black-hackled beast leaping towards us.
“Ahi?” In all our time together, her fingernails had never exploded into fireballs. I stared at her and swallowed another pill, tasting dirt.
The hound, with pain-stricken yelps, was devoured by flame. Wild baying echoed in the valley below. More hellhounds.
Ahi stood, fingertip bleeding. Her hand, with only four nails, reached out. Warm blood sticky in my palm, she yanked me uphill.
Had my medication stopped working?
To be sure, I gulped another down.
#
Laugh in the shade of the slavering beast
let fire light his eyes and make death tame
the boy is mad—
#
 The hellhounds thundered behind us. Racing through the darkness, we tripped, smashing our knees on jutting rocks.
I gagged on the stench of the hounds’ hot breath. They snapped at our heels—and bit deep. I screamed.
Ahi ripped off another nail, flinging it over her shoulder. The beast yelped and fled, trailing flames.
Fingers spraying glistening blood in the flame-light, Ahi aimed nail after nail at the perilous beasts, until only two nails remained.
#
The boy is mad to thwart this hunter’s feast
the dirt he tastes will never bear his name
and yet he stops and turns—
#
Ahi flung her penultimate nail through snarling fangs.
The beast combusted. Singed fur and burning flesh. A pale demon loomed behind the hellhound’s flaming carcass. Worse than hellhounds. Worse than my lover-turned-stranger beside me, oozing blood from her torn fingertips. Worse than hallucinations.
I screamed.
Ahi smiled through her blood and tears. She tore the final fingernail from her hand and pressed it into mine. “Swallow this,” she whispered.
#


Truth Lies in Fire and Dies in Flame

Cry havoc and let us unloose the dogs
the dogs, let slip those hellish brutes of war
for tonight Manaaki will have to choose
to run through fire and flame or face the maw

Laugh in the shade of the slavering beast
Let fire light his eyes and make death tame
The boy is mad to thwart this hunter’s feast
The dirt he tastes will never bear his name

And yet he stops and turns, his wild fear tame
Ahi Kā, Manaaki keep the home fires burning
In blood and fire—with life he stakes his claim
Ahi Kā, let us stand where he is standing

Not hew him as a carcass fit for hounds;
But burn those who chase Manaaki out of bounds

Story and sonnet A.J. Ponder and Eileen Mueller

I hope you enjoyed this foray into literary fantasy,

cheers,  
A.J. Ponder

You can find A.J. Ponder at:


Tuesday, June 19, 2012

Flash Fiction: Fr.N.Christmas' final letter to A- & M-



Dear A- and M- I truly enjoyed your letters this year, and I can assure you Michael, that goblins don't need an excuse for wickedness, except that I have wonderful Christmas nuts and chocolate and treats, and they don’t.

And I admit, I did try security elves one year, but they nicked even more chocolates than the goblins ever had, because they're so skinny, they need all the energy they can get to deal with the cold. Well, actually they didn't like it much and got sick all the time so I had to send them home, poor things, but I have enough help now there's a whole generation of bear cubs that are more than stroppy enough to deal with a few goblins, and with the help of Antonin and Antuska sniffing out al their little warrens, I'm beginning to feel quite safe. Touch ice.

Now, to business, poor old overworked Santa is pleased to give you a little something in your stockings, as well as some new fangled electronic gizmo's, I'm not sure how they work, but Ilbereth assures me you will like them. It's wonderful to see you two wonderful children are growing up so beautifully, and are not so much the lion-cubs Ilbereth warned me about any more. Anyway, the reindeer are impatient to be off, I can hear Rumsy (that's Rudolf's great, great, great granddaughter) pawing the snow, she's so eager to be off.

So Merry Christmas and Love and best wishes from


                              Fr. N. Christmas - and everybody here at the North Pole



P.S. Rumsy is delighted with the apple, she says the green ones are her favourites.


PPS The ginger beer and tiramisu was delicious. Especially together. You must have some kind of secret ingredient to make it taste so good.

PPPS Lucy is entitled to a piece of Turkey for Christmas, but it's not safe to put it in her stocking so you'll have to rescue it from the fridge.

PPPPS Mum's toblerone didn't quite fit in her stocking, but I'm sure she'll enjoy it just the same -- so NO TOUCHING! 


PPPPPS A very, very merry Christmas.

 
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All right - I must have some decent flash's somewhere but I'm struggling to find anything in the requisite 300 word count - of course if you count all the ps's then this also goes over that limit but what the heck - I'm not exactly entering a competition - besides this is pretty close to fan fiction and wouldn't count anyway because Ilbereth is still in the picture - being an elf and extremely long lived it didn't seem fair to kill him off.

So anyway, this was a Christmas tradition in our house for many years - since my children were quite little and very sure that they should get a letter from Father Christmas as well - after all he had written so many very long and wonderful letters to Tolkein's children -  and they sure weren't about to miss out.   This was the final letter, the earlier ones were quite long, with lots of Santa Clause under siege - and spidery writing that trails across the page.  In later years, like this last one, I believe Santa and his helpers discovered computers and they haven't looked back ;)


And among other exciting news this week in NZ is Helen Lowe's winning of the David Gemmel Morningstar Award - more about the book that won, and her acceptance speech can be found here on her blog. 

And of course National Flash Fiction Day events can be found here.

Have an awesome week, and for anyone in the Northern Hemisphere remember we're winter solsticing at the moment. so it's kinda appropriate :)

A.J. Ponder

 A.J. Ponder's work is available through Rona Gallery, Amazon, and good Wellington bookstores


 

Tuesday, December 20, 2011

Running away with a Christmas Sonnet



Go kiss your prince below the mistletoe
And hang those stockings high above the hearth
For Christmas is the one day you can show
The greatest love of all and peace on earth

Still, I wish you would take your Christmas cheer,
Pack the day with bows and loving care
And bundle it so far away from here
And don't you mention Grinches, don’t you dare.

For while the thought of presents makes some sing
And has the children dancing round the tree
Christmas makes me wish more than anything
That I could wash my hands and be set free-

Just wander off, enjoy the sunny beach
forget the rules, and
lie
in the
sun-drenched
sand.



And that was the plan this Christmas.  No stress.  Go to the beach.  

Yeah right.

ok the picture isn't of sun drenched sand,  - but that fin in the water is an orca whale :)




Anyway Happy Holidays, Merry Christmas and all that, love to see you in the New Year.

A.J. Ponder 

If you love sonnets and want to read some more "This Year of Fire"  and "Sonnet to the Muse" are fun, and if you want to learn how to write a sonnet The The Poetically Incorrect English Sonnet is there to help (watch out for the bad language though!

 A.J. Ponder's work is available through Rona Gallery, Amazon, and good Wellington bookstores And 

Tuesday, December 21, 2010

Tuesday Poem: Secret Santa: Christmas, Downtown Melbourne by Pamela Morrison

Christmas, Downtown Melbourne

Ding dong

Ding

Dong


A man enters the post office

Ding dong

His knuckles are grey

Ding dong ding


He walks past the card stand

Dong ding

His feet are bare

Dong dong


He stops and bends down

Ding dong ding

His paper bag is ripped

Dong


He looks up at the roof

Ding dong

One eye is open, the other is half shut

Ding ding


He draws a deep breath

Ding

No-one sees him, no-one is looking

Dong



Now the man is starting to sing



The notes of Jerusalem

Are bold as a bell

They rise to the vault of the ceiling



Then descend



Every space is filled

Every person is still




The last note has landed


Shoppers and postal workers stomp and clap



Ding dong dong ding dong dong ding ding dong

Ding dong dong ding dong ding dong dong dong ding



A person in uniform walks to the man

Turns him, takes him away.



Pamela Morrison

Pam wrote this poem about a pre-Christmas experience she had several years ago. It seems rather sad that it ends the way it does - as she captures the magic and finally the pathos of the incident.

A Dunedin based poet, Pam is an ex-journalist who has had "the odd poem published."   Now in a completely different line of work, she's enjoying having no deadlines, and not having to write other people’s stories.  She loves sharing her work with others, and she is a fantastic part of the Tuesday Poetry blog group and an avid blogger -  more of her poems can be found here at her blog site where she continues to explore the world with words.

 So cheers Pam and all the other poets on the Tuesday Poem site for making this a memorable year in poetry.

A..J. Ponder - Amazon author page